My Body Is An Avatar.

Your Mouth On Mine Our Bridge To Cross And Serve Where We Would Go. Utopia Of Sensations The Flesh Could Never Know.

Life Is A Canvas Of Many Strokes Where Shades From Different Palettes Meet Into A Picture So Concrete That Some Forget It Is Their Own, So Become Framed Themselves.

Ideals Do Exist, The Rest Is Just Temporary Interruption.

Our True Enemies Are: Ignorance And Limitation.

Anger Is A Wound Gone Mad.